Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
UT,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.